(Alnitak)
After eting Mama, I try not to think about Amaia. But lust overpowers every instinct in my body. The lust demon inside is the conundrum of my being. I have battled the entirety of my life to not let it out. To not let it take control and destroy soone’s life, but with Amaia, it’s getting out of hand.
Mintaka has gone to sleep. His loud snores fill our room. Even a bomb blast won’t be able to wake him up.
I, on the other hand, am far, far away from the land of sleep.
’You need to finish what you started,’ Zevran purrs in my head.
’You realise she is not our mate. Why do you keep pushing towards her?’ I ask with a sigh.
’Because I don’t want to end up like Snow (Alnilam’s wolf). That bastard can’t even stand Jamina and yet he is stuck because of your brother. I, on the other hand, have beco quite fond of Amaia, irrespective of what all of you think about her.’ No beating around the bush, Zevran gives a straight and valid answer.
I can’t fully give in to the urges of my wolf and the lust monster, but if I can get a small taste of her, maybe they will be satisfied. Likely, they won’t like it and I won’t have to romantically pursue her more. Deep down I know it’s a long shot. I am getting addicted to her.
Maybe, just maybe both of us can save ourselves for our future mates. She might have a second chance, mate, sowhere.
Flipping off the blanket I pace away from my room towards hers. Neither of them ever locks the door. Quietly, I flip the door handle and peek inside. The room has a tiny night candle burning, the fla splutters casting large shadows on the wall.
Kacir is lightly snoring, which ans he is asleep, then my gaze wavers to Amaia and her eyes are closed shut. She appears to be asleep too.
My heart lurches, the monster inside of wishes to pounce on her and finish what we started but I push him down. Slowly, moving I extend my hand and place it on Amaia’s mouth so she won’t scream. Her eyes open wide and a fear flashes in them.
"Shhhhh!" I whisper.
But as soon as she recognises , it instantly disappears. Replaced by a tenderness she carries for .
"We don’t want to wake up Kacir now. Do we?" I quietly say and she nods under my hand.
Lifting my hand I watch her for a few seconds. She innocently bites her lower lip, her sultry gaze, which has candle fla dancing in it, instantly hardens my cock.
Then she lifts her blanket and invites in. I slip inside, my hands finding her soft body. They automatically curl around her curves. She is a tiny creature with soft round breasts. Her nipples poke through the nightshirt she is wearing.
"You ca back," she softly asks. My hand rubs her arm as my lust-filled eyes take her in.
"I didn’t get to finish what I started. I had to."
My hand slowly slips under her shirt, finding her warm and smooth skin. So delicate to touch.
She shudders, her breath catches in her throat at my touch. My finger draws small circles around her belly button while my thumbs rub the soft skin between her navel and breasts.
Inch by inch my fingers draw closer to her breasts. The anticipation builds for her and her breathing becos more ragged. She closes her eyes and arches her back, desperate for my touch.
My eyes wander to Kacir, and he is still fast asleep.
"Before we go any further, there is sothing you need to know," I say, finally cupping her velvety soft breast. It’s like a marshmallow, so squishy.
Zevran hums in satisfaction while the beast growls, ready for more.
Amaia slowly opens her eyes. An ocean of emotions has ford there.
"Yes!" She asks, as if battling pain and pleasure at the sa ti. I gather her puckered top between my pointer and thumb and gently squeeze.
Amaia squeals in pleasure. "Ah!"
"If what I am about to tell you is off-putting for you, just tell now and I will leave."
I don’t want to frighten her, but at the sa ti, she needs to know who I am; she needs to know all of .
Her nimble hands reach out and touch my face. "I don’t want you to leave, Alnitak. Say whatever you want. I am ready to hear," she bravely says.
I gulp and observe how bold she is.
"I am half-incubus. I inherited that part and can partially transform into one. And today I want to."
Reluctantly, I inform her and wait for her to feel repulsed or just frightened. But she just stares at with the sa adoration as she had before.
Curious, yes.
Repulsed, no.
Her hand presses against my cheek and she slowly but adoringly smiles at .
"I don’t care. You were here for so I don’t mind if you want to transform. In fact, I would love to see you in that form. I have never seen one."
Curious, this little lassie is so curious. Amaia is full of surprises and I can see why my wolf likes her.
"Ready to be dazzled? I an, don’t scream when you see my other form. He can be a bit much, but I have made him promise to behave."
She nods, but her smile never falters; instead, excitent brightens her eyes. Getting up, I climb over Amaia and get on all fours. Pulling my nightshirt, I discard it to one side.
She greedily watches as I let my incubus form take over. My hair shortens and turns black, so do my eyes. My teeth slightly elongate but it’s the tongue that becos forked and triples in size.
Tattoos crawl my arms and chest. Horns grow on my head as my tongue slithers out and licks her left cheek.
"Darkshine, are you ready?"
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